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The rain tapped quietly against the window while the dead man lay beneath the chandelier, still wearing his wedding ring. Detective Mara Voss knelt, noted the cold clock, the spilled wine, and the open letter on the cold dark floor. The butler whispered that no one had entered the study, yet the window stood wide open to the moonlit garden. Mara quietly touched the letter, saw the ink still wet, and knew the killer had not yet left the shadows.